Month: April, 2015

It was dark – and he called upon the Sun.
At least, that’s how we understood his cry.
As the gods go, the Sun’s a mighty one
To call upon. His fierce and fiery eye
Sees through the mists and shadows that we try
To hide our vile and shameful thoughts behind.
Only a brave man lets the Sun’s name fly
When dying is the task he’s been assigned.
We bless you, Jew, although you’ve been defined
To us as rabble-rouser, sorcerer,
And madman. Though triumphant Death has dined
On you, we pray the Sun at last will stir
On your behalf – because you called his name.
May the Sun raise you up – and spread your fame.

He’s testing you on what you failed to learn.
You’re judging him on what he failed to teach.
Your talents he has no cause to discern.
He’s testing you on what you failed to learn.
Your papers he is much inclined to burn.
His standards you could never hope to reach.
He’s testing you on what you failed to learn.
You’re judging him on what he failed to teach.

The first of all the billions lost in space,
He didn’t have a robot to assist
His efforts to escape the great dark face
Of reasonless infinity. There hissed
No serpents: oh, indeed, his neurons missed
The common horrors! That which lurked beyond
Held serpents in a million-fingered fist
And squeezed them hard. The unacknowledged bond
Between the creatures withered. Why be conned
By comfort? Truth is meaningless and bleak.
The things of which our fragile cells are fond
Will vanish if we even dare to peek
At what is real. Reach up and grip your brain:
Sanity slowly makes you go insane!